Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Slovakia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing China Crisis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Royal Trux,
Bill Near,
Barbara Tucker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Zeros,
The Monochrome Set,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gories,
Can,
Nas,
Idris Muhammad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Section 25,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Kinks,
Sam Rivers,
New York Dolls,
The Barracudas,
Drexciya,
The Dirtbombs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Panda Bear,
Todd Rundgren,
Crime,
Robert Hood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quantec,
X-Ray Spex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Görl,
The Searchers,
Basic Channel,
The Associates,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Starr,
Public Enemy,
Quando Quango,
Sex Pistols,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gun Club,
Monolake,
David Axelrod,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Stooges,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Guru Guru,
Dennis Brown,
Talk Talk,
Alison Limerick,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.